Crickets and tumbleweed out there I guess, except for a few die hard dope junkie junkies.
I am a voice talking in the dark. Throaty whispers.
I feel like a ghost.

Despite major proletarian related vibekillers, I am happy today. It's spring. I'm wearing a dress!
I feel productive and gracious.
That's RARE.

See that smile on the screen? That's also what I'm wearing today.

If you're out there, are you okay?

I want to hear about the other freak maximization processes in progress.
I want to know that I'm not alone in a lonely tower.